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13-02-04

The Age geschreven door Osip Mandelshtam (1891- 1938)

The Age

My beast, my age, who will tryto look you in the eye,and weld the vertebraeof century to century,with blood? Creating bloodpours out of mortal things:only the parasitic shudder,when the new world sings.

As long as it still has life,the creature lifts its bone,and, along the secret lineof the spine, waves foam. Once more life’s crown,like a lamb, is sacrificed,cartilage under the knife -the age of the new-born.

To free life from jail,and begin a new absolute,the mass of knotted daysmust be linked by means of a flute.With human anguishthe age rocks the wave’s mass,and the golden measure’s hissedby a viper in the grass.

And new buds will swell, intact,the green shoots engage,but your spine is crackedmy beautiful, pitiful, age.And grimacing dumbly, you writhe,look back, feebly, with cruel jaws, a creature, once supple and lithe,at the tracks left by your paws.